Then he returned to the guard hut to make a pot of hot tea and wait. On the other side, Tuan had now gone to the warehouse. He turned on the built-in flashlight on the head of the baton to check, then slightly smirked.
_ Let me see what the ghost's face looks like. Come here, your father will put a stick in his mouth.
Having finished speaking, he calmly went in to check each room one by one. It must be said that the pile of fabrics in the warehouse at night had some unsightly shadows cast on the walls by the lights. It's no wonder people's divinity is broken and they give birth to delusions about the presence of demons. Tuan checked each room on the first floor and thought that was the case. He went to the stairs leading to the second floor where chemicals and some machine parts were kept. According to the fat guy named Ngoc, that was where Mr. Tan's security guard encountered spirituality. Thinking that there was something up there that did not belong to the real world, he became even more curious to discover what it was. It's very possible that the ghostly phenomenon is just a coincidence that creates a convincing mystery like the ghosts in the river at the beginning of the village.
The old stairs were stepped on by Tuan's feet one after another, the sound of shoes tapping down sounded slow and slow. If there were any faint-hearted people right there at that time, they could imagine a scene from a ghost movie on TV. But to Tuan, that was nothing. He found it important that he finished checking the rooms used to store things and then went out, patted his chest and told Phu that "There are no ghosts here."
But what was coming next did not let Tuan do what he had planned in his mind. This time, he met a genuine real devil to satisfy his curiosity.
The story is that after going to the second floor, Tuan began to check the rooms. Of course it's no different on the first floor, it's just a little colder. Suspecting everything would happen in a way that was too gloomy to be normal, until Tuan's feet stepped closer to the last room. Then he heard the sound of running water "gurgling" as if someone was bathing inside. Briefly about the room located at the end of this hallway, in the past it was actually an auxiliary building used as a bathroom. But that was before it was used as a warehouse, but now that place is vacant and all the water is cut off. So how the hell can people in there bathe?
Tuan felt confused, he tightened his grip on the baton and approached the door. Inside, the sound of running water still echoed softly, confirming that there was definitely someone other than Tuan appearing here.
_ Who's inside?
Tuan tapped the head of his baton on the old iron door and spoke so that the other person could hear, but what he answered was still the sound of running water. Knocked again, still didn't see anything inside. Annoyed, he took a step back and kicked open the door, pulling the intruder's head out. Suddenly he felt that under his feet he had just stepped on some sticky, sticky liquid. He reflexively lowered his head to look and was startled to see that the thing his shoes were stepping on was red and emitted a terrible fishy smell. Needless to say, he also knew that the liquid flowing from the gap in the door in front of him was blood.
Tuan certainly doesn't care about demons, but this is blood, and bleeding this much could never be a murder. Demons may not be afraid, but death is a different matter, and this is on your shift so there will definitely be consequences.
The situation was urgent and he couldn't delay another second. Tuan bent his legs and kicked hard at the door, causing it to open and hit the old wall with a loud "bang". The image inside that caught his eye was not that of a murderer at all, but only a child about three or four years old. Its body was as slippery as a frog with its skin removed, or to be more precise, the entire epidermis no longer existed on its body. Under the dim light shining down from the lamp hanging from the ceiling, Tuan could see each muscle twitching rhythmically. What made him feel like all his courage was gone was the fact that the baby was not a motionless corpse but was standing tall on a pile of red liquid leaking from that small body. . “crack, crack, crack” each slow sound came from the tiny neck when the hideous thing turned its head 180 degrees, looking straight at the person who had just kicked it, dark eyes sunken deep in the tiny cavity. that door.
_ What kind of shit are you?
Tuan exclaimed softly, the baton in his hand fell to the ground making a dry sound. Now, no matter what ghost or demon, the survival instinct also arose strongly, urging him to run away first. But once you're in a situation where you're facing that strange thing, how can you run away? No matter how hard he tried, his feet still couldn't lift off the floor as if they were stuck by some kind of super strong glue. As for the baby, or it could be said that the demon child, at this moment let out a high-pitched laugh that echoed throughout the surroundings, then it turned around and slowly walked step by step like a child learning to walk closer to Tuan. Now he firmly believes that demons are real, 100% reputable, and not a product of human imagination. The problem here is that you don't know any spells to chase away ghosts before, no magic spells like Mr. Lam or something like that, ninety percent of your life is already given to it. On the other side, the baby was getting closer and closer, his hand reaching forward as if he wanted to be picked up by Tuan. In his confused thoughts, he recited:
_nam mo… oh my god oh my god ba la souuuu… get out… your father's grave… oh help…help.
He read all the spells he thought of to ward off evil spirits and chase away ghosts, so the owner himself didn't understand what he was talking about. On the other side, the monstrous child came closer and closer, his shrill laughter mixed with the wind whistling through the vents, sending a sickening fishy smell straight into Tuan's nose. In this situation, not only his shoulders but also his whole body felt cold and a stream of warm liquid running down his legs couldn't help anything.